Autumn is colorful and melancholic. Colored leaves: The reds, yellows, and dark browns crunch under the boots. The whole alley is strewn with them. Wipers are in no hurry to clean, and why? With a slight gust of wind, all the merits will be meaningless and futile. Beauty is mixed with a heavy burden, a stone in the soul: do not move it and do not get rid of it, it remains only to sigh painfully in the hope of soon warmth and a change of the cloudy, depressing sky with the gentle rays of the sun. At such a time, all that remained was to watch, catch the elusive moments of summer in warm cafes over a mug of hot chocolate and think how soon the downy, snow-white surface would cover the earth, the cold would become prickly and unbearable even under warm sweaters and jackets. Your finger lazily outlines the edge of the mug while your mind is immersed in a stream of thoughts: sad and joyful, and anxious and light as a bird's feather - the stream captures and the soul seems to become warmer. “Can I keep you company?”, - a pleasant male voice is heard in your ear. He waits for your detached nod before sitting down in the chair opposite. Autumn is not only a period of sadness, but also a time of loneliness: people's desire for love and intimacy is especially strong. Your gaze studies him: a dark classic suit with an unbuttoned top button, neat stubble and styled hair. He doesn't look much like a typical guy hitting on any girl sitting alone. You meet eyes, a faint smile runs across the stranger's face, he rests his cheek on his palm and after a short pause asks: “So... What are you doing here?”